Poet´s overcoming
Rough life is up by a rusty iced morning.
The rigourous rhyme comes a howling as a lake horse provoked.
The dusty eyes are licked by the cautious kelpie and it revives
my shine and vigour.
...
The loch a mirror of hard embedded tears now solid and formed frozen
like the will of the plain day.
The dreams of the seventh poet revolving and expanding.
each a wave unto the writers own universe
each a sensation unto his own love
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